In the dim room, a figure fell on the couch, his breath was sluggish, and his breathing was almost non-existent. In the darkness, round curves were faintly visible.
This person was the one who sneaked into the house last night and wanted to attack Su Ming. After being discovered by him, he defeated her directly. After sealing her, Su Ming just left her here and ignored her.
Although the court strictly ordered them not to fight, the hatred and war were already burning, so how could an order prohibit them?
Su Ming stepped into the room, and with a wave of his hand, the long lamp was lit, and the room suddenly became brighter. He glanced around, glanced at the person on the couch lightly, and then stepped forward.
The soul-swallowing technique can swallow the enemy's soul and obtain all his memories. For a Ye Guchan like Su Ming, such an innate magical power is a timely blessing.
The reason why his predecessor was able to practice Taoism for nine hundred years without any problems was not only steady but also related to the soul-swallowing technique.
Su Ming formed a seal with his hands, and a silent barrier filled the entire room. At the same time, four formation flags quietly emerged around the courtyard, forming a formation to wrap the courtyard.
This set of formation flags was picked up by him during the melee in Suzaku Street. It can be regarded as one of the few magic weapons he has. After all, too many demons and monsters died in those days. Many powerful magic weapons have flaws, and they are difficult to use. Either the evil spirit is rolling in or the evil atmosphere is soaring into the sky, which is not suitable for him, a "highly educated monk".
After taking precautions, he activated his innate magical power.
"Swallow the soul!"
Su Ming's dark pupils exuded a strange light, and a sinister aura emerged between his brows. The next moment, his handsome face had muscles surging, dark colors covering his skin, and sharp tentacles breaking open from the top of his head, revealing sharp The jaws and teeth, the jet black leather armor mixed with dots of gold, are exactly his true form, the Centipede Spirit.
At this moment, in the room, the insect-headed Su Ming was shaking his tentacles, feeling a little uncomfortable. He did not expect to use his true body to use his innate spells.
This is the first time he has shown his true form. Fortunately, he set up a formation in advance to block the inside and outside. Otherwise, the courtyard is already full of evil and other people will definitely be watching.
Su Ming shook his head, a human expression appeared on his two red eyes, and walked to the couch.
But the woman on the wooden couch was trembling all over, her eyes full of panic. She struggled and twisted, trying to speak but couldn't because she was sealed.
Before Su Ming stepped into the room, she had been awake and was just pretending to sleep.
Now that she felt the strong evil spirit permeating the room, she could no longer pretend to sleep, but it was already too late.
"Roar!"
The jaws suddenly opened, and the huge insect head neighed. The sound wave shook the objects in the room and was instantly destroyed. Fortunately, the sound was blocked by the barrier and did not spread. In the woman's horrified eyes, scarlet eyes appeared on the insect head. It exudes a strange light.
Suddenly, a misty ray of light shot out from the eyeballs and pierced directly into the woman's eyebrows. The panic on her face had not dissipated, and her whole body froze for an instant, and then her eyes lost their sparkle and became gray.
In an instant, Su Ming returned to his human body, and a swastika-shaped Buddha seal appeared between his eyebrows, emitting Buddha's light and sweeping away the evil spirits in the room. However, he still closed his eyes tightly, feeling the power of his innate supernatural power.
At this moment, in his sea of consciousness, the nine-foot-tall Tathagata Dharmakaya is sitting in the sea of consciousness, emitting divine light, and the golden Buddha flame illuminates the void. Under the lotus seat, a residual soul is constantly being burned and decomposed, and its black energy is lingering on it. It exudes ominousness and weirdness, but this weirdness is illuminated by the Buddha's light, and is invisible under the golden Buddha's flames, which burns away.
The remnant soul was also wailing in pain, constantly cursing in the most vicious language, and finally died.
After a long time, Su Ming opened his eyes, and a figure in the dark pupils melted into nothing, and his face was still as calm as before.
The body on the wooden couch had long since died and was a little cold. Seeing this, a look of compassion appeared on his face, "My Buddha is merciful, donor. This poor monk has sent you to the bliss of the West, Amitabha."
A Buddha's name is full of compassion.
Immediately, he stepped forward and untied the corpse's clothes, fiddled with it for a while, and took out an exquisite brocade bag from the two towering layers of grease, with a faint fragrance and warm breath on it.
"So I hid the storage bag here, no wonder the poor monk couldn't find it." He glanced at the woman's fair figure, alas, what a pity.
Then, with a flick of his hand, the golden Buddha flames bloomed, burning them up and turning them into pure divine soul power.
If the soul-swallowing magical power hadn't swallowed her soul and obtained all her memories, Su Ming would probably have to search for her soul to find it. However, there is still a difference between searching for souls and swallowing souls.
The soul-searching technique is extremely overbearing. If the soul of the caster is weak or the soul of the recipient is strong and has a spiritual treasure to protect the soul, the caster will easily be backlashed and the soul will be damaged.
Moreover, the memories obtained by soul searching are short-lived and will dissipate quickly, while soul swallowing digests the soul, so the memory will not disappear and can also strengthen the soul.
This harvest surprised Su Ming, because in her memory, he obtained the alchemy technique.
This world is rich in spiritual energy and has countless treasures of heaven and earth. Therefore, alchemy has become a great help for practice. However, keep these things away for now and practice them when you have time.
He wiped off the remnant soul brand on the storage bag and explored it. In addition to a pill furnace, a few prescriptions and some medicinal materials, there was also a black flag with bones and skulls painted on it, and a section that exuded evil spirits. The bone whips of Qi, these are magic weapons. The refining process is extremely cruel. Although they are powerful, they can be easily backfired.
After Su Ming took it out, he destroyed it with Buddhist flames. How could he, an accomplished monk, use these demonic treasures?
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Night fell quietly, and dark clouds enveloped the earth.
Suddenly, the door opened, and a gust of wind blew out the lotus lantern on the table. On the wooden couch, Su Ming was reading a book carefully. Seeing this scene, he did not panic. Instead, he looked towards the door with the light shining in from the small window.
"Wow~"
The cold wind was like weeping, and the window lattice suddenly sounded, followed by the sound of boots, coming closer and closer.
The next moment, a big ghost bowed his head and stood up in front of the couch, almost as tall as Liang. If you look closely, you will see that this ghost has a face as old as a melon skin, with gleaming eyes, and looks around the room. It has a mouth as big as a basin, with sparse teeth about three inches long. It moves its tongue and makes a sound in its throat, making a roaring sound that can be heard on the four walls.
"Jie Jie Jie······"
Seeing this big ghost, Su Ming frowned slightly and secretly complained that the formation was so bad, it could cover his aura and block his sight, even a small ugly ghost couldn't be guarded against it.
But when he thought that this was something that was taken away from the body and prostituted for nothing, he felt relieved again.
The ghost screamed, sobbing and complaining, which was extremely difficult to hear. Seeing that Su Ming was not frightened, it jumped forward, its body suddenly shrunk, but it was still about ten feet tall, and it suddenly pressed down.
The harsh sounds come and go, which is very annoying.
"Noisy!"
A cold shout accompanied the Sanskrit sound, and the air suddenly solidified. A hint of fear suddenly appeared in the eyes of the ugly ghost. He just wanted to retreat, but now, it is impossible to leave.
Suddenly, under the light, Su Ming's elongated shadow twisted on the ground, with mottled patterns intertwined, like half-opened and half-closed eyes, eerie and scary. Between his eyebrows, there was black energy rising, like a poisonous snake, making a hissing sound.
Suddenly, Su Ming's eyes turned cold, "Spell!"
Someone is actually using a spell to deal with him!
